At the beginning of billy woods' verse on Armand Hammer and the Alchemist's new song "Dogeared," a woman asks him a straightforward but weighty philosophical question: "What's the role of a poet in times in like these?" If anyone would know, it's woods. Meandering through dazed Middle Eastern synths and his own troubling thoughts, he turns forlorn subway rides, late night smoke sessions, and fried eggs into a mosaic of subtle, encroaching despair. It's a prison of ironies hidden in plain sight: ...
Stereogum — At the beginning of billy woods' verse on Armand Hammer and the Alchemist's new song "Dogeared," a woman asks him a straightforward but weighty philosophical question: "W... more info